Novel & Cerita I Got You Shackled In My Embrace

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APRIL “Let me go,” I demanded, my voice barely steady as I thrashed against Alpha Emmett’s unyielding grip. His fingers dug into my arms, like steel clamps pinning me in place, leaving no room for escape. I swallowed my rising panic. Screaming wasn’t an option. If anyone from the pack saw us like this, the rumors would spread like wildfire, and the consequences would be unbearable. “Go ahead, scream,” Emmett taunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “It won’t matter. Right now, you’re mine.”

As I am pushed down onto the ground, I hear a growl from the other side of the vast space, a growl I recognise, it's followed by a bark as the men still have a hold of my wrists, "Get your fucking hands off my mate!" He snaps as the man's hands are replaced with shackles, my hands hit the floor from the surprising weight of them. The cold of the metal sends cold shivers up my spine as goosebumps form on my arms, making my hairs stand on ends. "Elias!" I call out, now just able to make out his shape in the shadowy darkness. "Chilli!" His voice rings out, followed by a metallic sound, clanging together, he must be chained up like me. Soon that sound is lost as a cackling laughter fills the air

Hayden said through deep, huffing breaths. His voice sounded more feral now. Georgia could tell he was already changing; she could sense it too. Her mind felt mildly connected. It was difficult to hold on because she could feel the struggle in his mind and his racing thoughts were a jumble that made it difficult for her to lock onto his mind. He managed to get over to the wall with the shackles. Georgia realized they were placed at four points on the wall that coincided with his arms and legs. With shaking hands, he kicked off his trainers and fastened the lower ones onto his legs, where they held around him, just above the ankles. Reaching up, he slid his hands into the upper shackles.

“She probably has her reasons for not being entirely proud of me, and perhaps to her they're valid. But I'm learning not to care so deeply.” I could tell it was a sensitive topic for him,so I reached over to his side and entwined our fingers together. “Sing to me,Mr.Black.” “What do you wanna hear?” “Anything.” He let out a breath as he began a low toned, absolutely wonderful rendition of Stay with me by Sam Smith and I slowly drifted off with the lyrics seeping into my veins like liquid sedative.

When he realized that Snow was the one hugging him, his entire being exploded in rage. He hissed, “Let go.” Snow only held onto him tighter. “No. I won’t. Adam, if you won’t forgive me, then I will keep on bothering you—Ah!” Before she finished speaking, Adam twisted her wrist off of him, and her arm was bent at a bizarre angle. It hurt so much that Snow nearly lost her voice. She could only give Adam a pleading look as she shook her head repeatedly and feebly. However, her tears were a plague to Adam. It always made him remember how he fell for her trap in the first place and how she manipulated him to hurt Ginnie.

The buckle clicked into place with a satisfying finality, and I repeated the process with her right wrist, ensuring both were securely fastened to the bedframe. Quinn's eyes flashed up to mine, a spark of excitement igniting within their depths as she realized the extent of her captivity. I could see the thrill of fear, the rush of adrenaline, as she tested the boundaries of her restraints. Her fingers curled around the leather, pulling gently, the realization that she was completely at my mercy sending a shiver through her body. "You're mine, Quinn," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear, the warmth of my breath sending a shiver down her spine. "Completely, utterly mine. And tonight

But as she stepped forward, her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of terror. The shackles snapped shut around her wrists, cold and unyielding. The moment they clasped, a burning sensation shot through her veins. The pulse of her mark, the one that had always been there, dimmed to nothing. The shackles siphoned the warmth from her body, draining her energy as if they were alive.

I suck in a heavy breath and close my eyes. I try to ignore the jabs and nasty comments they mutter but they pierce my ears like needles. It takes hours for sleep to finally wash over me. *** I jerk awake to an icy feeling creeping up my arms. I try to move but my wrists are locked to the head of the bed. The metal is freezing, and I quickly realize it's cold iron. "You motherfuckers!" I snarl, yanking hard on the shackles. Harsh laughter echoes in my ears. It grows louder as I continue to struggle against the chains.

And now that I’ve found my mate, I will not break. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dark space I was in. Oh yeah, I’m in a dungeon again. This bitch has me on a torture rack with my wrists and ankles shackled and the chains pulled tight to stretch my limbs. It looks like the Shit Witch is trying to go medieval on my ass. No wonder my whole body hurts.